BRYAN It's 6:30pm, and I'm in my car, outside my apartment, thinking of what explanation I could possibly give to Diana that would nullify my actions. To be honest, I don't know why I didn't tell her, maybe I was living in denial that I was going to go, maybe I didn't want what we had to change. And now I feel like my father, doing things for my selfish reasons without the thoughts of how I could be affecting the other person.I start the car and drive to Diana's apartment, Once I get there, I text her to come out, and she's out in five minutes.“Hey”, I'm stunned when I see Diana, she looks tired, like she hasn't gotten any sleep since yesterday.“Hey” She replies in a flat voice. She gets in the car and shuts the door, looking away from me.“You look like you haven't gotten any proper sleep D.” She turns her head to me and watches me with a frown for a few seconds and then looks back out the window without giving me a reply.“I guess we're still not talking then.” I look back at h
DIANAIt's been one week since my resolution with Bryan, we still haven't talked about his move, but he promised me that he would think about it and let me know his final verdict, which I'm hoping will be to stay back, and even if he doesn't get to stay back, I'm hoping we can find a compromise.I hope with every inch of me that I don't sound selfish everytime I wished that he would stay back, I'm just not ready to let a good thing go.I checked the little box he gave to me in the car that day, and it was a locket. It had a portrait that he sneak took of me on our third date on one side of the locket, and my favorite quote on the other side: “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”_Williams Shakespeare (The tempest).It made me smile so much that I forgot he was going to leave, and it made me realize I didn't want to lose Bryan. This past one week has been busy for me, I had field work for some hot news, and Bryan had back to back surgeries. So we've basically been living off te
BRYANI wake up to a text from Kel reminding me of the family meeting, it's in a week's time and I MUST attend. This text most certainly might have ruined my day if I didn't just get a text from Diana. _‘Yay, It's Friday! I can't wait to see you this evening. Kisses’_I never knew butterflies in the stomach were a thing till I met this Diana... I get them everytime I look at her, everytime I touch her, or feel her touch, I get them everytime something has to do with Diana. These damn feelings I'm yet to understand. Somebody help!********“I can't believe you haven't made a decision, can you not see clearly what is right to do?”Those are the words that leave the mouth of my trusted colleague, Mike, regarding my transfer offer to Maine. I wonder how everyone thinks it's so easy to just leave behind an opportunity you've been waiting on for years when it finally comes. This might not be the real deal breaker, but it's a beautiful start, and I really want to take it, I wish it was more
DIANABryan's body frame against mine sends a rush through me, it feels strong and fierce, two things that I am not, there's so much difference in the ways we explore each other, and I so gladly take delight in our differences. My hands move gracefully in his hair as we make our way to the bedroom, while I undress him. I help him out of his shirt and slide his trousers down his thighs as he steps out of them, but he leaves me fully dressed. When we get to the edge of the bed, he spins me around so that his chest touches my back, and I stand still at the feeling of him against me.“Tell me if I do something you don't like, okay?” His authoritativeness especially in that deep and horny voice, sends chills through me.“Okay, I will.” I respond, my voice barely making it through.His hands gathers my hair, but softly, like he's avoiding what has happened the past two times.“Is this okay? Me touching your hair like this, is it okay?”“Y__ yes.” I moan out.“Don't make those sounds D, I'm
BRYAN“Diana? Diana?” I call out her name for thirty seconds, restricting myself from touching her.Her face looks as though it has gone pale, and I'm certain I have done something wrong, maybe it's her hair or the way I touch it, only, I don't know exactly what triggers her when I touch her hair.“I'm sorry... I just... I cou... I couldn't... I_ I'm sorry.” She stammers, her eyes are closed and pressed tightly together.Her eyes are red and they look teary but not even a drop of tear exits her eyes.“Can I move closer to you?”“Ye__ yes, sure. I'm really sorry.” She says in a shaky breath.“It's really okay. I promise.”I grab a shirt from the closet behind me and I hand it to her, looking away as she puts it on. After 10 seconds, I turn back to face her, and I sit beside her, I want to place my hands on her, but I hesitate, just incase I or my touches happen to the the problem.“What's wrong D? I don't want to make assumptions but I noticed you always retract when I touch your hair.
DIANAMy eyes open to familiar blinds as I wake up dazed. I look around and realize I'm still in Bryan's house, and I'm in his shirt. I have little to no memory of what happened before I slept off, so I use a few minutes to think back before my memory clicks... I told him about my childhood trauma. I sigh, “Oh my God Diana, you just really had to!” I whisper to myself. I look at the clock on the wall and the time reads 9:03am. I really slept in. I stand up from the bed and walk to the blinds, I open them slightly, as I take in the view from here. The area is quite sparse, but with very large beautiful buildings, all in the same structure and arrangement, which must make it an estate. It's especially very quiet and very perfect for a private life, it probably costs a fortune though.I move to the huge mirror by the blinds, and I stare at myself for some minutes. I love myself in Bryan's shirt. I tilt my head to the side and smile. “You should keep it, I like it better on you.” I tur
BRYANI sit on the floor, among broken glass wares, struggling not to rethink my decision, and apparently failing, as I begin to weigh the pros and cons once again, and again and over again, but it's all still coming to one conclusion. I have to go.My awareness of the space around me reduces very badly, and I feel tight and enclosed. I take two deep breaths, and make my way to my feet, calmly and very silently, as I clean up the mess I made. And I decide to go to Mike's, to let him know my decision, and also to explain to him.********Mike's apartment is locked, so I decide to wait for him on the roof. I subconsciously open the door and drag my feet across the concrete floor, and then my eyes meet the hair of a familiar person. Diana. She's relaxed on chair, gently sipping her drink, and completely unaware that she has company.I contemplate going to her a few times, just before I have the courage to walk to her.“Miss Walter.”“Oh my, I'm so sorry I just needed fresh air, and I__”
DIANAThe last time I set my eyes on Bryan was about a week ago, on the roof top. While something in me wished he had followed me and plead for a way to make things work, another part of me did not want to see an inch of him and was ready to punch him in the face [or groin] if he had even tried to stop me. Either way, what can I say? I've been good... NOT. Yh, I've not been good. On some days or random occasions, the tears just flow, so easily, and for the stupidest reason being a guy. I only console myself with reason that everybody goes through things like this, and it's okay to let the tears out, no use caging your emotions.My life has always been enclosed by walls, walls to protect me of what I went through as a little girl, walls to protect me from men like my father, and to protect me from being as fragile as my mother. I let those walls down for Bryan, because it just made sense, it made sense to be loved and allow yourself be loved, but now nothing makes sense.You know how
BRYAN“Take a test D. This could be anything, let's not jump into conclusions. I'm very certain you are not pregnant, I played safe Diana.”These are the words that find way out of my mouth in the very state I found myself in. Standing there, and not a single clue of what I would do, thoughts flying into my mind, and a single sentence bringing back tough memories I've tried hard to forget over a long period of time.I hate feeling this way, but I'm sure, there's no reason, she just can't be pregnant.Fuck me!“How are you just so sure that I'm not pregnant Bryan? I want to know. Because we had unprotected sex a number of times, I'm don't know how you're so sure.” Diana asks in a brittle voice.“I know what I'm capable of Diana, I_ I just_ Look, I took my precautionary measures. I'm sure you aren't.” I take in a deep breath, moving closer towards her and taking her hands into mine. “I don't want us to let this escalate Diana, it's as simple as taking a test and confirming before jumpin
DIANARemember how I said my life wasn't a bed of roses or lilies but after Bryan they started to line up? Yh, he probably just lined two or three up the past few hours.He not only said that he loves me, he helped me get over my past trauma, and he gave me the best sex I've ever had in my life. Who knew car sex could be that fun? After everything, we go inside for proper rest. I stare at the beauty of the house once again and become curious about the pictures on the wall.“Who are the children in the pictures on the wall?” I ask as I touch one of them. “This one looks like me, I like her. Who are they?”Bryan chuckles.“They are the children from the orphanage, funny you should point out that young girl you know, she has hair like yours and has a shockingly similar name to yours. Dane.”“Dane and Diana aren't alike, they just have the same first letters.” I say in a chuckle.Bryan smile at me as I move around, admiring every picture, each not even as beautiful as his smile to me. “
BRYANI pull myself gently into Diana for a kiss, gentle not to take in the whole of her while we're directly outside her workplace. “Let's take this to mine.” I whisper in her ears as I nibble on them.“I concur.” She replies in a chuckle.The drive on the way to my house is unarguably the best ride I've had in my whole life. The car was almost never silent, it was filled with our laughter, or Diana's beautiful voice, or mine. And when the car was silent, it was filled with stolen gazes from both of us. When we finally get to my place, I turn off the car engine and drop my head back, tired. “Let's go.” I say as I turn to face Diana, who is looking at me adamantly. “Don't you want to get out?” I ask in a chuckle.“We're at your place.” She says, stating the obvious.“Yes Diana, we are.” I laugh and try to exit the car, but she pulls my arms back.“Diana, what the hell.” I'm really laughing now, but without clue of why I am. “You said: ‘Let's take this to mine.’ We're are your plac
DIANAWe can't ever talk about life and how shitty it gets enough. For some people, the purpose of life could be to change the world. Some other people feel that the point of life is to set a goal, meet those goals, and achieve personal fulfillment. While some may even feel that life is just for the purpose of enjoyment.Life comes with a package of losses, you learn how to live with the losses and grow out of it, not accepting defeat. You face the future and throw your past away, avoiding the limitations that come with it. You take on responsibilities, a career, anything, to make your life as simple and comfortable as it can be for you.You even go as far as falling in love with someone. Like I did.Life is much more than all these, it's tiring and confusing, and it's hard, but it's only worth it when you do the right things to make yourself happy.There is a popular saying that says “Life is not a bed of roses”. And that's where I come in. I think life is absolutely pointless. I di
BRYAN“...and I love you.”Those are the words that leave the beautiful and enticing lips of Diana. I hear them, and then it's a second, then two seconds, then three seconds, then four seconds, and then five seconds, before Diana starts calling out my name, and I'm forced back to the consciousness of the environment around me.“Bryan?”“Bryan?”“Bryan?”“Yh?” I reply, almost still lost.“Are you okay? Did you even hear me?” She asks in a chuckle.“Yes D, Thank you.”Thank you? I must be a fool.There's silence for a hot five seconds, before she forces an awkward smile and says: “Okay.”There's so much pain in her voice when she says that, that it sends a sting to my eyes. Once again, those words that always fail me, I can't say anything, I don't know what to say.I take in a deep and frustrated breath, and I try to explain. I want to explain, but I'm not sure I know what exactly is wrong, or why exactly I froze. Why exactly I can't say those words “I love you” back to her, especiall
DIANA“Okay Diana, your turn.” Bryan says.“Why are you really back?” I ask again, curious.“I thought I just said ‘your turn?’ That means your turn to tell me how your stay here was while I was gone. Not your turn to ask me questions. Plus I already answered your question like 5 minutes ago, remember? When I said you were the reason, and a bunch of other things.”“Then why exactly are you back for me?” I ask turning away from him, waiting for whatever his answer may be.“I don't know? Because I miss you? Because I miss what we had? It's just you Diana.” He sighs, “We're past this Miss Walter. Tell me how your stay was, or I might be forced to make you talk.”“You can't make me talk Bryan.” I roll my eyes at him. But he wasn't joking. He puts his hands around my waist, pulls me closer to him and locks my legs in his. I gasp and then he looks me in the eye. “I'm going to tickle you. You have five seconds.”“Fine, I hate tickles, just let me go.” I plead in laughter. And it's all star
BRYANThey say you don't know what you have until you lose it. I never knew what LA was to me, until I lost it. I've been back here for almost a week, but I've been sorting things out at work and at home. So I never really had time to visit Mike in his apartment, or really, see Diana.Thankfully, management at work just thought I was off on some family issues, for two good months. I'm just glad they still appreciate my presence here.Once everything is properly sorted out, and I have free time, for the first time in over two months, I make my way to Mike's apartment, hoping even more to see Diana. Wishing to see Diana.Well, what do you know? Wishes do come true. The elevator to the top floor opens, and there's Diana. I stand for a hot few seconds staring at her, and trying to let out a few words. I don't know? Maybe a greeting? A hi? or an ‘It's good to see you’. But as always, the damn words fail me, they just don't come out. So I stare. I stare at Diana.I stare at everything I've
DIANAThe last time I contemplated calling Bryan was two months ago, Denise made me stop. And since then, there has been no communication between us. He never called, or texted. And I never did either.It's so sad how much so Bryan was part of my life, and now, he isn't. And the bigger shock is how he hasn't tried to reach out, or find out how I'm doing or if I'm okay. In as much as I'd like to believe he's in the same shoes as I am, contemplating calling me or not, my case is different because I have Denise and Lynn stopping me every time I want to, but I don't think there's any body stopping Bryan, Mike wouldn't. But I've learnt to live with the truth, that maybe Bryan just isn't for me.On returning to LA, alot of things shifted, which had me making new decisions. For starters, Mira was going to move in with Daniel, and that meant I had to move out. Even if I wasn't asked to leave, I would have. These people have no shame making out in every corner of the house. So I've been looki
BRYANIt's been two hectic months here in Maine, two months of heavy traffic, numerous work researches, tiring surgical procedures, different people, and two months of trying to adjust to the lifestyle here in Maine. Two months without communication with Diana, and very few conversations with Mike. Actually, Mike is the only person keeping me sane, in the sense that he gives me little information about Diana, like when she cut her hair a bit shorter and got it straightened, and he sneaked a picture in for me.Or when she looked absolutely stunning on make-up she put on for a colleagues house warming party. Which got me absolutely worked up, because I definitely believed it was a date, until Mike convinced me with pictures. Mike also keeps me going with encouragement of course, even though I keep lying to him that it's amazing over here.Sometimes I can't believe things feel like this, I probably should have made my research before coming here, but I was so engrossed in wanting to be